[For John]
Although it was nearly two weeks since the disaster that had been Halloween, Jill still found herself bouncing back and forth between a deep depression and desire to withdraw, and a furious rage that she wanted desperately to take out on someone other than herself. The truth was that she was angry at David for leaving her and she was angry at herself for letting the man on the beach take advantage of the fact that she'd thought he was Bond, but being angry at David didn't help because he wasn't fucking here to be angry at. And being angry at herself wasn't a particularly satisfying anger.
It was for those reasons and because he'd refused to let her continue to look for David on Halloween that she was directing all her anger at John. She was just lucky that she hadn't seen him yet for longer than ten seconds. Or maybe he was the lucky one, she wasn't entirely sure.
But if she wanted to continue avoiding him, that didn't explain why she was sitting in the lowest car of the ferris wheel, her legs crossed, waiting for him to arrive. Maybe she didn't really want to avoid him or maybe she just didn't know what the fuck she did want, but she sat there anyway.
And she waited, figuring he would show up eventually.
It was for those reasons and because he'd refused to let her continue to look for David on Halloween that she was directing all her anger at John. She was just lucky that she hadn't seen him yet for longer than ten seconds. Or maybe he was the lucky one, she wasn't entirely sure.
But if she wanted to continue avoiding him, that didn't explain why she was sitting in the lowest car of the ferris wheel, her legs crossed, waiting for him to arrive. Maybe she didn't really want to avoid him or maybe she just didn't know what the fuck she did want, but she sat there anyway.
And she waited, figuring he would show up eventually.